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COOPER: Previously on
The Blacklist...

LIZ: Reddington's missing.

Samar, I need you
to trace his location.

The search traced
Mr. Reddington's burner

to a location
in West Virginia.

You knew where they were.
You didn't tell me.

I want you gone
by the end of the day.

My father died
for his principles.

It was a trap set
by the crookedest
cop of all, Tommy Markin.

(GUNSHOT)

Tommy Markin.

TOM: I found Karakurt.

Karakurt's willing
to confess?

To all of it.

Agent Keen tells me
you have Karakurt.

Yes. And I intend
on turning him over
as soon as possible.

Don't. I have a better idea.

Hasaan is all yours.

You will have your meeting.

I'll be in touch
when I'm ready.

LIZ: We have to give them
the care package.

DEMBE:
We need it to clear your name.

(SIREN WAILING)

Elizabeth, no!

Keen!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Elizabeth Keen,
you're under arrest.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Just so you know,
I'm not ashamed of what I did.

You shot the Attorney General
of the United States.

He was a terrorist.
He was unarmed.

Well, I'm glad
you have your convictions.

I just don't want
to die for them.

LAUREL: You said she'd
never be caught.

I'll arrange her transfer
to CIA custody.

It won't be that easy.
Reven put safety
measures in place.

Wait, Laurel. Laurel!

You said you took care
of the Reven Wright situation.

I did,
but certain protocols were

set to activate
upon Keen's arrest.

What kind of protocols?

Cynthia Panabaker kind.
Yeah.

She's White House Counsel,
and a real pain in the ass.

She's drafted
an executive order
mandating Keen's transport

to the Federal
Courthouse for

a closed hearing
with Judge Trotter.

How much time do we have?

Three hours, maybe less.
Peter.

If she tells her story
in open court...

She won't.

(INDISTINCT RADIO
CONVERSATIONS)

LAUREL: You know,
this entire
airport novel started

when you overplayed your hand
with Raymond Reddington.

It's time for you
to close the book

on Elizabeth Keen,
permanently.

Three hours to make
one woman go away?

We've collapsed
entire governments
in less time.

(CELL PHONE DIALING)

RESSLER: Ressler.
Where is she?

You don't have to worry
about Keen's safety.
I've taken measures...

Your measures will fail.
Mine won't.

So, now you're gonna
share your plan with me?

Now that
I've arrested your
partner in crime?

Face it, Reddington.
I beat you.

There are no
beatings here, Donald.
No winners or losers.

There is only
Agent Keen's life.

I have been
working on a meticulous
campaign to clear her name,

but I need a day
to put one final
piece in place.

Go for it.
You know where we'll be.

I wish that were true.

But you're about to witness
the full force of
a shadow government

working in
concert to crush you.

And now
that they know
you have Elizabeth,

they will stop at nothing
to steal her.

You and Agents
Navabi and Mojtabai
must remain by her side

and guard her with your lives
until you hear from me again.

Thanks to you,

Navabi's no longer
a member of this task force.

Then it's all on you, Donald.

Keep them away
from Agent Keen.

And, Donald,

I assume you have Dembe
and are being hospitable.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

You'll get a fair hearing.

You and I both know
I'm never making it to
that hearing alive.

I mean,
this place should be safe.
You know there's...

Yeah, a perfect place
to sneak away and be alone.

KARAKURT: What's that for?
I'm cooperating.

Well, I cut into your chest
with an old bean can,
my friend.

So, I'm not giving you
the chance to return
the favor.

You got anything
to eat around here?
I'm starving.

I'm sure
Charlene knows her way
around the kitchen.

Really, Harold?
Are we going to
do this right now?

I'm driving you
to your sister's.

It's not safe around here.
I want to get you
away from Karakurt.

The Cabal will stop at nothing
to kill him.

Stay here. Guard the asset.
I'll get back
as soon as I can.

Beans?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Agent Mojtabai.

REDDINGTON: Have you heard
about Agent Keen?

Mr. Reddington.
Listen to me, Aram.

The Cabal will come for her.

If they reach her,
it'll be the last

time you ever see
Elizabeth again.

At this point, only one person
can keep her alive. You.

Me? Um, okay.

How?

Excellent work,
Agent Ressler.

At 3:00 p.m.,
U.S. Marshals will arrive

to escort you
to a Federal Courthouse,

where you'll be held
pending your
arraignment tomorrow.

Whatever happens,
I don't blame you.

RESSLER: Until that time,
you'll be held here,

under the authority and
protection of Reven Wright.

I'll keep you safe. I promise.

RESSLER:
I've called her four times.

How is that possible that
you haven't gotten
in touch with her?

Listen, when you do,

I want you to
get her to call me

as soon as possible.
Understand?

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Take him to holding.

Hi, Dembe.

Nobody's heard
from Reven Wright
since last night.

I don't like this.
(DOOR OPENS)

You promised me
that Agent Keen
would receive a fair hearing.

Something's wrong.

Excuse me.
Hey, what do you
think you're doing?

Ah, Agent Ressler.
Congratulations
on your arrest.

We're moving your prisoner.

You don't have
the authority.

Homeland has actionable intel
from inside Russian borders

that a terrorist
attack on U.S. soil
is imminent.

Keen is a Russian agent,
we need to question her.

I'd like to see
a copy of that intel.

Well, I'm afraid
you are not cleared.

You know Reven Wright
will never allow this.

Wait, wait, where is
Mrs. Wright?

I haven't seen or heard
from her all day.

Hmm. Excuse me.

I won't give you the codes.

Oh, you don't need to.

The FBI Director
can be very helpful
during acts of war.

Almost as if we are all
on the same team.
(BEEPING)

You changed the code.

No.

Find a way into this box.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Agent Ressler, how's our girl?

RESSLER: You were right.
I can't protect her.

REDDINGTON: Slow down and
tell me what's happening.

Look, I can't move Keen
to the courthouse for
another two hours,

but the Director's here
with his own transfer order.

It's just luck
that he hasn't been

able to break
into that box yet.

I've always believed luck
to be a function of intent.

In this case, mine.

When these dark clouds
were gathering,

I took measures
to keep Agent Keen
safe to ride out the storm.

Are you ready to
do your part now?

I won't let him have her.

I'll take that as a yes.

The best way you can help
is by continuing to
guard Elizabeth.

And when the time comes,
make sure

Karakurt reaches
the FBI safely.

Karakurt. The Russian?
What does he have
to do with this?

He's agreed to
confess his sins
to the U.S. government,

including
the ones he committed

on behalf of the Cabal
to frame Agent Keen.

Cooper and Tom
Keen are holding

Karakurt in
a cabin near Lake Yvonne.

I can have him in the city
within the hour.

Cooper and Tom...

He tried to tell you, Donald,
you didn't listen.

Apparently, you have
a disregard for Tom Keen

that exceeds even my own.

I have to meet someone.

Remember, guard Elizabeth
and keep Karakurt alive.

Donald. I find him so stiff
so much of the time.

He doesn't appreciate
life's trimmings.

Take yourself, for example.

It's my understanding
he fired you

for helping Elizabeth
come to my rescue.

He had every right.
I went behind his back.

I'm willing to
take responsibility
for my actions.

Watch out.
That's the kind of spirit
that could save America.

Thank you for
meeting me, Samar.

What do you want?

We're going to clear
Elizabeth's name.

It'll involve
a sizeable drug haul,
an FBI heist,

and the U.S.
Treasury Department.

But first,
I need to make an appointment.

An appointment with whom?

With the
Foreign Minister of Venezuela.

How long is this gonna take?

I'd say about 20 seconds
and we should be there.

Okay. Good.

I'm going to have
to call you back.

Where's Reven Wright?

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

This is not like her.

I'm worried
something's happened.

Wanna know what I think?

I think the Director
has something to do with it.

You're talking
about the Director

of the National
Clandestine Services.

You threw him
out of here once.

You gotta do it again,
before it's too late.

If he has intelligence,
I can't just overrule him.

Look, Reven said
I could trust you

and without her here,
I need your help.

Do you remember Karakurt?

The Russian assassin.

Harold Cooper is holding him
at a cabin near Lake Yvonne.

He's willing to talk,
and when he does,

it'll clear Keen
of all terrorist charges.

But if
the Director gets to her...

I've already asked
my sources to confirm
the Director's intel.

If we can show
that there's no
credible threat,

I'll make sure he backs down.

As for Reven Wright,
the last time we talked,

she mentioned an associate,
what was his name...

Tommy Markin.

Maybe he has something to do
with her disappearance.

Does that name
mean anything to you?

Tommy Markin.
No, never heard of him.

Reven Wright's
not coming back.

How do you know?

Tommy Markin.

There's a guy I
told Reven about,
only Reven,

and Hitchin just
asked about him.

Laurel Hitchin
is in the Cabal.

And I just told
her where to find

the only person
who can save Keen.

And she just
told the Director.

Okay, okay, glass half full.

There's someone
who can save Agent Keen?

Karakurt. Cooper's hiding him
at a cabin near Lake Yvonne.

He's not answering.

I gotta get him
to move Karakurt

before the Director's
goons get there.

Go. She'll be fine.

You know better than anyone
they can't break in there.

What if they
figure out the code?

They won't.
How do you know?

I'm the one who changed it.

U.S. Marshals are gonna be
here in three hours.

If I'm not back,
you let Keen out for them.

Only them!
Okay.

REDDINGTON: Rafael!

Reddington,
what are you doing here?

(LAUGHING) Rafael!

(CAMERA CLICKS)
Oh!

It's time to
meet with your boss.
I need to meet with him today.

I can't. It's not possible.

Oh, this is for you.
Happy birthday.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

My birthday was in August.

My goodness.

Time flies when
you're on the run.

Please,
let's get out of the open.

There's nothing
I can do for you.

The Foreign Minister,
he's traveling today.

You see that
lovely woman there.
The one with the camera.

She's a stringer for UPI.
Dear, dear friend.

Shoots my
Christmas card every year.

She has a wonderful eye
for composition and detail.

An intuitive sense of timing
to capture the moment.

A warm embrace
between old friends.
The exchange of a gift.

The intimacy of
a quiet conversation
in the back seat of a car.

But the curious thing is,
pictures never
tell the whole story.

For instance,
the only story here
will be your friendly meeting

with an international
criminal wanted by
the FBI and Interpol.

I wonder how
long you'll survive

once that story
hits the Venezuelan press?

(LAUGHING) I'm sorry,
I can't help myself.
It's a photo album.

For your press clippings!

Rafael.

The meeting with
the Foreign Minister
will happen today.

SAMAR: Is it set?

The Foreign Minister
will be making a fuel stop

at Kirby Heliport at
3:00 p.m. today,
I'll have 15 minutes with him.

SAMAR: What's our next move?

REDDINGTON: The rendezvous
will be fruitless,

unless we can retrieve
a certain care package.

The FBI took it into custody
this morning.

That package is the ticket
to Elizabeth's freedom.

What's in the package?

El Dorado.

The lost city of gold?

It was never a city.

When Spanish explorers
reached South America,

they heard stories
about a gold-dusted
tribal chief

dumping vast piles
of treasure into Lake
Guatavita as an offering.

The Spaniards actually
drained the lake.

Of course, all they found
was a handful of trinkets.

So,
they killed all the natives.

And El Dorado
came to represent

the fantasy of
boundless wealth

and that is
what's inside the package.

I don't understand.

You will.
Once we steal it
from the FBI.

CHARLENE: I mean,
how many times do
I have to tell you,

it wasn't about sex.

If it wasn't about the sex,
then why'd you have sex?

Why not invite him
to join your book club?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)
Because I hate my book club!

And the only reason
I joined that book club

is because you
were never home.

Doug was just,
you know, company.

With a series of
regrettable mistakes
along the way.

For God's sake, Harold,
would you please
answer that phone?

RESSLER: The cabin. Karakurt.
You have to leave now.

What? How do you
know about Karakurt?

It doesn't matter.
The bottom line is,
the Cabal knows

you're stashing Karakurt
in a cabin near Lake Yvonne.

Look, can they track it down?

Yes.
My neighbor owns the cabin.

They'll search
our phone records.

Get Karakurt out, now.

I'm not with him.
Tom Keen is.

So, call him.
I won't get through.

That's the whole
point of the cabin,

it's remote.
No cell phone coverage.

How far away are you?
Hour minimum.

All right, I'm closer.
Look, just text me
the address.

I'm on my way now.
(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Well, when they
determine the stress
points on the box, then what?

LIZ: Not having much luck?

PETER: No,
we'll find a way in.

He'll come for you.

Reddington?
Yes, I expect he will.

Now that his prima ballerina
is trapped in a jewelry box.

Did you ever find out?

Find out what?

His connection to you.
It's always
been curious to me.

He follows you around
like a faithful bloodhound.

But you still don't know.

Well, that's too bad.

It's a very unsatisfying way
to go out, don't you think?

REDDINGTON:
How much time do we have?

The FBI in West Virginia
would have taken
the care package

into their
custody this morning,
when they arrested Keen.

But there's no
FBI field office in

West Virginia to
store evidence,

so, they would've sent a team

from their
Pittsburgh field office
to collect it.

They should be on the road
back to Pittsburgh by now.

We need to intercept them
before they reach
their field office.

The trick is to
purloin the package

without them
knowing we've taken it.

For that,
we need more stolen evidence.

You keep a storage locker
in West Virginia?

I keep a storage locker
filled with useful
items in most states.

Two or three in
the red states.

Steaks?

Bistecca alla fiorentina,

sourced from a breed of cattle
in Southern Tuscany.

The ultimate
expression of beef, with

a bowl of fagioli,
a '96, '97 barolo.

These need
another month to cure.

I never took you for a...

Drug dealer?
Absolutely not.

Well, not really.

I've made a rather
healthy investment
in a consortium

that supplies
medical marijuana

to facilities in Colorado,
Oregon,

Washington,
District of Columbia.

But simply in
an effort to diversify

into more
legitimate businesses.

As for consumption,

I must admit to
a fondness for any
well-appointed opium den,

and a bit of hashish goes well
with just about anything.

But stimulants,
I have no taste for.

I prefer that slight curve
at the small of a back,

the swell of a breast,

the soft nape of the neck
to quicken my heart beat.

Nonetheless, after a rather
contentious and
messy negotiation

in Cartagena, this was all
that was left on the table.

So, I took it.

Cocaine still remains
a valid currency to
some of my clients,

especially in England.

The wealthy Brits, they are
cocaine-mad over there.
Go figure.

Why don't you grab
some kilos off the

top and let's go
stage a crime scene.

(LAUGHING)

This is fun.
Who had the pleasure?

That would be me. Head on.
35 miles an hour.

Just like my Uncle Vic
on a Saturday night.

(SIREN WAILING)

Sorry about
the short notice, Morgan.
Chuck.

Nice paint job.

Thanks.
Careful, it's still wet.

Well, gang's all here.
Let's get to work.

My name is Agent Morrison
in the West Virginia office.

Yes, I called this
in two hours ago.

I need someone here
from Evidence Recovery ASAP.

(SIGHS) That's right,
30 bags of cocaine,
exit 129A off the I-64.

Can you get them
here now, please.

I've been
babysitting this evidence
all day.

Thank you, guys!

Time to run.
As soon as you
get the package,

bring it straight
to Kirby Heliport.

The plan hinges
on that packet.

I'll be there.

Hey. You okay?

I've been better.

Okay, you're almost there.

In an hour,
Ressler will move you

to a holding cell
at the courthouse.

You'll be safe there.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Just the man
I'm looking for.

One of my
technicians figured out

why the code
box does not work.

Apparently, it was changed,

coincidentally enough,
just prior to our arrival.

That must be uh...

PETER: What?

A mistake?

Yes, probably.

But we can't prove it.

Technology being
what it is and all.

And you are the tech guy.

Aram, I can't...

(PANTS) I can't breathe.

What's happening to her?
I'm sure I don't know.

Losing oxygen in there?

Well, I'm sorry,
we don't have the door code.

I'll have one of my men
look into it right away.

That would be a tragedy.

She'd better be worth it.

Who's that?

The girl.

You know,
the one who
annulled your marriage.

(LAUGHING)

I know about you two.

I know you're
risking your life

for someone
who doesn't want
anything to do...

(FOOT STEPS APPROACHING)

RESSLER: Hey, don't shoot!

Don't shoot,
it's Donald Ressler.

All right, open it.

What are you doing here?

Cooper sent me.

Look,
we gotta get him outta here.

Like hell we do.

The Director knows
you have Karakurt.
The Cabal is coming.

No offense, but I'll wait
for Cooper to tell me that.

Hey.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

KARAKURT: Hey.

Hey! Someone's out there!

RESSLER:
The Cabal is not coming.

They're already here.

Okay,
breathe slowly and steady.

LIZ: It doesn't make
any sense.

Even if they shut out the air,

I should be able to breathe
in here for hours, right?

Nitrogen.

If they're pumping nitrogen
in through the vents,
it would...

Oh, my God, it would strip
the oxygen out in minutes.

You wouldn't be able
to smell it, either.
(GAGS)

Oh, my God. What?
Are you guys just going to
watch this happen?

She can't breathe!

The Director said
he's working on the problem.

He is not, and you know that!
Do something.

Do something!

Okay. Right.

Okay, Agent Keen.
Okay. Hang on.

I'm going to see
if I can access the

ventilation system
from my terminal.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Okay? It's gonna be okay.
I'll be right back!

How did the Director know
that we have Karakurt?

How about we focus on
the problem at hand?

We gotta put
down these targets,

so that I can
get back to Keen.

Where is she?
FBI custody.

The Cabal is
trying to get at her.

You're just
a one-man Justice League,
aren't you?

You know, you're gonna
get us all killed
before this is over.

(GLASS BREAKING)

KARAKURT: Get me outta here!

KARAKURT: Keen!

(COUGHING)

Clear!

RESSLER: You okay?
I'm not!

At least you could
give me a weapon,
so I could defend myself!

Not if it's aimed at
our backs, no way.
(GUN COCKING)

(KEYBOARD CLANKS)

(MUMBLING)

I can't access the air system,

but I'm trying to override it
with a Rombertik.

It's gonna take
a little bit of time, Liz...

Oh, my God, Liz.
I have to let you out.

Please.
(BREATHES RAGGEDLY)

Damn it,
are you even listening?

I'll go to the press.
I don't care!

There are witnesses here.
I will tell the world

what you're doing here.
Fix the air!

I don't know
about this, Peter.

It'll go down as
an equipment malfunction.

And there is no
one to trace it to.

Yeah, and what if
he opens the door?

We return to
the original plan.

We take Elizabeth Keen
to an undisclosed
location for questioning,

from which
she will try to escape,
and then

we'll be forced to shoot her.

In any case,
you are looking at a ghost.

Do you have any idea how long
I've been standing out here?

Hey. Tell it to dispatch.

We were halfway to Pittsburgh
before we got the call

to come all the way back.
Okay. Let's just load up.

You know we can't let you
handle the evidence.

And I'd advise you
to check your watch

because I've
been out in the sun,
on my feet all day,

without a bite to
eat since 6:00 a.m.

We offered her a donut.

(INDISTINCT RADIO
CONVERSATIONS)

Hey, I've been meaning to ask
one of you federal boys,

what does it
take to be a G-Man?

See, I got this lazy eye.
It's got a mind of its own.

You suppose that
would be an issue?

No offense, but we're
short on time ourselves,
today.

Here.

Are we good?
What?

Hey. I need your assurance
that nothing in that van

is going to go missing.

Are we good?

Yeah. Relax.

It's as safe as can be.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Ah, this isn't
gonna be pretty.

I'm the one who tipped off
the Cabal about
this hunting cabin.

Are you kidding me?
Why would you do that?

I trusted the wrong person.

Let me guess.
You were just doing what
you thought was right.

Even if you were dead wrong.

My father was a cop.

He died because he
wouldn't go on the take.

He was set up by
his own partner,
Tommy Markin.

I spent all these years

wanting to believe
that he died for
the right thing.

I'm not so sure now.

Principles are a bitch, man.
I avoid them at all cost.

(SOFT THUD)

I just hope your old man
taught you how to shoot.

(GASPS)

Hang on, Liz.
Come on, you have to.

Hang on a little longer.

Come on. Liz?

PETER: I'm afraid we're
out of options.

I can't seem to figure out
what's wrong with
this air system.

Liz.

Liz?

Liz! Wake up!

Liz!

Navabi.

PETER: What's that, son?

The pass code, it is Navabi.

It's Navabi! Open the door.

N-A-V-A-B-I.

Open the door.
Open the door. Do it!

Open the door. Do it. Come on.

Come on. Open it!

(BEEPING)

Come on.

Come on, Liz, come on.

(GASP)

You're okay. You're okay.

Liz, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Mr. Foreign Minister,
thank you for

altering your
itinerary to meet me.

And how is el presidente?

He has irritable bowels,
but what can you expect?
(LAUGHING)

We just borrowed another
$5 billion from China.

So, what is this about,
Reddington?

I was told a matter
of national interest.

Indeed.

I believe I can help your
president's stomach condition.

Oh. You can erase my
country's debt?

No, but I can give you
some walking around money.

Please.

Gentlemen!

We can preserve the
quiet tranquility
of these woods

if you just send
Karakurt out now.

You have 30 seconds
before we begin shooting.

There's no way
we're sending him out.

Agreed.
KARAKURT: Then how about
giving me a weapon?

It's not like I can run.

Come on, give him a gun.

MR. SOLOMON: Fifteen seconds!

(GRUNTS)

The Cabal,

the ones coming for Liz...
They're not gonna get her.

Let's just get it over with.

(GUN SHOT)
(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GUN FIRING)

(GUN FIRING STOPS)

Check for survivors.

(DOOR OPENS)

(GUN SHOTS)

(SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(GUN SHOT)

I'll just take that.

Let's get out of here.

I won't let you take her.

LIZ: Aram, put the gun down!

They'll shoot you
without thinking twice.

(GUN COCKING)
(WHIMPERING)

I don't care.
I do.

You've done enough.

ARAM: No, I didn't.

I opened the door.

Agent Mojtabai, stand down.

LIZ: Aram. Aram! Look at me.

Look at me.

I don't blame you
for letting me out.

I don't.

Please, put the gun down.

PETER: Let's go!

Excuse me!
Where exactly do you think
you're taking this young lady?

Mrs. Panabaker,
right on time.

I believe
punctuality is a virtue,
as is following orders.

My orders are to make sure
Elizabeth Keen is
transported safely

to the E. Barrett Prettyman
Courthouse.

And I have actionable intel
that requires us to move

Agent Keen to Fort McNair...
I'm aware of the intel.

So is DNI, who reviewed
it and upheld
the original agreement.

As National Security Advisor,
this is my call to make.

Not according to this.

Don't take my word for it.

Get the Director of National
Intelligence on the line.

Well, then,
I guess I'll call him myself.

(SIGHS) Why would Venezuela
ever agree to such
a ridiculous proposal?

Why, to stick it to
the United States, of course.

They've been trying to
topple your regime for years.

If we do as you suggest,

the United States
will just impose
more sanctions.

Our shelves are already bare.

This would hurt my people
and my economy for
generations to come.

This meeting is over.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

Diaz.

I told you I could put
money back in
Venezuela's central bank.

And I've told you,
you couldn't
possibly give us enough money

to make what you're asking
worth the risk.

REDDINGTON: Do you know
the story of El Dorado?

Thank you, my dear.

These are chromium-plated,

master-printing plates
for the $100 bill,

created using the U.S.
Treasury

Department's own
software upgrades,

plate design,
encoding techniques...

Where did you get these?

Well... (LAUGHING)

There was this plane
that fell out of the sky.

A group of anti-capitalists.

Terrorists in funny masks.

But I digress.
The point is,
I'm giving el jefe

the ability to
print as much money
as he'd like to print.

You son of a gun.

I've been called worse.

Found a ride.

(GUN COCKS)

Your weapons on the ground,
or I'll kill him.

He'll kill me anyway.
Just drop him.

Just drop
the son of a bitch.

Come on, you're FBI!
You never put
your weapon down.

Just... The second he
shoots me, drop him!

Drop him!

All right, you win, okay?

(GUN DROPS)

Did you even go
to the academy?

You should've listened
to your friend.

(GRUNTS)

I figured you two
could use some backup.

(SIGHS)

Good morning. (LAUGHING)

COOPER: Agent Ressler,
listen to me.
Put the gun down.

You should leave.

Stop.

Do you know
the damage you've done?

That your
organization has done

to this country?
To my friends?

I don't care
about your friends.
And I hate this country.

Well, hate is a strong word.

I like the part
where I make bail

and catch
the next plane to France.

You're not gonna live to see
the inside of a courtroom.

(MR. SOLOMON LAUGHING)

Sure I am.
And not just any courtroom,

but a courtroom of my choosing
with the judge of my choosing.

God bless America.

Agent Ressler.
You're not gonna do this.

You deserve to die.
COOPER: Put down the gun.

I know he does,
but not by your hand.

Since when did you
grow a conscience?

I don't know,
since I've been
hanging out with you.

I'm not happy
about it, either.

No, he's right.
If we bring him in,
he walks.

He doesn't pay
for any of this.

Your dad.

You wanna know
if he died for nothing?

Whether he did
or didn't, depends

on whether you
pull that trigger.

Matias Solomon,

you're under
arrest for the attempted
murder of a federal agent,

the attempted
murder of a material

witness in
a federal investigation,

treason,
espionage, conspiracy to...

You know what?
Why don't I get
you a penal code?

It would be
easier to figure out
what you haven't done.

(GRUNTS)

Yes, sir. I understand.

I stand corrected.

I have never seen
two people so disappointed

that the country
isn't under attack.

Yeah, well, I'm not convinced.

So, let's get Agent Keen
transferred, shall we?

My men are on site.

And they will stay on site.

I consulted with Reven Wright
before I drafted the order.

Keen isn't going
anywhere without one

Agent Donald Ressler present
to oversee her transfer.

Ah! Agent Ressler isn't here.

(DOOR OPENS)

Sorry I'm late.
Bring him to holding.

Elizabeth Keen, I'm here to
escort you downtown,

where you'll be held safely
pending your arraignment.

It's about time.

I know what you did.
I know you
killed Reven Wright.

This isn't over.

And you,

I want you gone
when I get back.

Thank you.

I need to come around here
more often.

(WEEPING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm free to go?

Agent Ressler's orders.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

She's still alive?

For what it's worth,
I believe you were framed.

Come closer, Aram.

There's nobody down there.

Not at the moment.

So, then,

why did you ask me to
meet you at an empty grave?

There are
foundational elements

in our lives.

People

that form the brick
and mortar of who we are.

People that are
so deeply embedded,

that we take their existence
for granted,

until suddenly,
they're not there.

And we collapse into rubble.

I've stood over
the open grave of someone
I've loved,

too often.

Once, for my mother.

And then the others.

I needed to
recall this feeling

because I'd be staring
at another body right now

if not for you, Aram.

It wasn't weakness
that prevented you

from watching your
friend die today.

It was hope.

And thank heavens
you were in a hopeful mood.

You saved Elizabeth.

I'm forever in your debt.

Now gather your team.

It's time to
take down the Cabal.